To Be Great Is To Be Misunderstood Novels & Stories

She was sick of being bullied because of her low status. “You still think you are great?” After snorting in disgust, Kara shook her head faintly. “A great person will not be influenced by the words or actions of others. They realize they cannot impose people's opinions. But you ... you expect the whole world to recognize your greatness. You are far from great, Frank Harper.” Frank's jaw throbbed. He didn't like those words. "Shut up!"

He chuckled, everyone must be not believed. "Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes … the ones who see things differently — they’re not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status quo. … You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can’t do is ignore them because they change things. … They push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the people who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do."

' I gave a shrug of incomprehension and continued to duck and weave and changed the subject. 'If I write a piece of music that no one can play, because it is too difficult, does that make me a genius?' 'Not unless your name is Beethoven - he wrote stuff no one could play. Or Schubert. He couldn’t play his own Wanderer Fantasy - ground to a halt during a public performance and declared the composer to be an idiot. What brought that question on?' 'Wittgenstein wrote ideas so clever that the best brains in the world of philosophy aren’t sure they have understood him. How can they be so sure he is a genius?'

I feel connected to you. I feel very misunderstood by many people, but worse, I feel most people don't want to understand me. But you, you always seek to understand me. You know my heart. You know that I always have the best of intentions. You understand me. You get me. In fact, I think you're the only person who truly does. But only because you are the only person who has taken the time. You always know what I need to hear. You know what worries me and what scares me. You know my secrets. You know exactly what I need at exactly the right time. Best of all, you never pass judgment. Thank you for taking the time to know and understand me. We are distinctly different. You make up for all that

No tremors, no flaring nostrils, no heat in my hands. The most dangerous part of being a man who engineers other people’s lives is that sometimes you underestimate how much those lives can grab back. I’d thought I could place Cassandra like a chess piece and move on. Sophia’s comment reminded me of the human element — miscommunication, emotion, pride. People aren’t machines. They mishear. They hope. They second-guess. They ruin perfectly good plans simply by being themselves.

What would I have thought of him? Poor fucking Kidd. What a messed up way to start life. Also, how in the fucking fuck am I suppose to explain this to a six year old? Do I just tell him right out? Can he even comprehend what I'm talking about? Jesus, this is such a mess.

I said, my voice a whisper of truth. “So… does that mean he’s a bad man?” I let the question settle for a moment, considering it. Slowly, I shook my head. “No, I don’t think he’s evil. I think… he’s just misunderstood. He doesn’t always make the right choices. People see him one way, just like some people see me in a way that isn’t fair. They assume things, and once they believe them, it’s hard to change their minds. Life can be cruel that way, Kael.”

I, on the other hand, thrived under the careful guidance of instructions. “The man must think he's on his way to training the next Michelangelo, or something. Because how many people does he really think can turn the shitty situations in their lives into a masterpiece before the semester ends. It's pretty unrealistic if you ask me.”